After the Silla peace talks, many people in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty also began to do business with Fuso merchants.

Zuo Yanwen, a wealthy businessman, once called a Silla merchant a brother and sister, now he has a new friend.

These people are Fusang merchants, these people are with those Fuso merchants, and their small life is quite beautiful.

When Zuo Yanwen, a wealthy businessman, led a large number of his subordinates to run the business with Fusang merchants, many merchants in the Tang Dynasty had not yet reacted.

After all, the wounds of the Silla War have not yet healed. Many people in the Tang Dynasty thought that it was the Fusang lord who calculated the Tang Dynasty, although Tang Zhangwei and Tang Zhaozong knew that this was just a contest of national strength between Fusang and the Tang Dynasty.

If war does not break out in this place, it will break out in that place.

In short, although the government has reconciled in Fusang and Datang, there are still a little contradictions among the people, of course, in the heart of the wealthy businessman Zuo Yanwen, these are not important, the most important thing in his heart is money, as long as there is money, everything is easy to discuss.

Zuo Yanwen, a wealthy businessman, always came here to tell fortunes because there was a straightforward Xiangshi in the Fang Market of Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty.

At first, Zuo Yanwen, a wealthy businessman, was born poor, and He Zhangliang, a straightforward Xiangshi who came here, calculated his life and said that he had a fortune.

As a result, not long after, he followed Fei Xuechun and took a few orders for winemaking, and then brewed vinegar and soy sauce, anyway, his business was getting bigger and bigger.

After that, the wealthy businessman Zuo Yanwen often came here to ask for a future, and every time the iron-clad Xiangshi He Zhang Liang could give the wealthy businessman Zuo Yanwen guidance, so the wealthy businessman Zuo Yanwen believed in him very much.

Zuo Yanwen, a wealthy businessman, is also benevolent and righteous to this iron-clad Xiangshi He Zhangliang, and he believes in this person very much, after all, this iron-clad Xiangshi He Zhangliang gave him a future.

Saifa stepped on the ground to run, and the movement could simply shatter people's backbones. It finally leaps into the sky, its wings "snapping" and "banging"

The earth stretched out, and the trees shook the mountains.

After a few gentle accelerations, the land gradually became invisible. Safea suddenly leaped gracefully, and the afternoon sun shone through the wings like a golden film. Ling Sifeng made a mistake: he looked down! He looked through the dragon's body to see the tops of the trees below, farther and farther away. He felt his stomach tighten.

It's useless to close your eyes, you can't stop your imagination. He had no choice but to focus on the scenery in the middle distance, where the swamps and forests glided in front of him, and he could watch them with confidence.

The wind is blowing. Triumphant! Sildra turned sideways and shouted into his ear: "Look, Wilmburg has arrived!" ”

Ling Sifeng slowly turned his head and gently placed Keling flat on the dragon's back. His eyes were blown with tears by the wind, but he still saw the miraculously upside-down mountain, standing in the deep valley of the forest, like a trumpet lying upside down in a large basin full of moss. From such a distance, he could also see that there was an eighth color of glimmer in the air, indicating that there was a steady flow of magical air here, at least ...... He gasped......

Thousands of preme units, at least!

"Oh no!" He said.

It's much better to look at the ground than there. He quickly shifted his gaze, and suddenly found that he couldn't see through the dragon's body at this moment. The dragon circled in a large circle above it, and the closer it got to Weilm Castle, the more tangible it became, as if it was filled with a golden mist. When Weilmburg appeared in front of it, the dragon was already as solid as a rock.

Ling Sifeng seemed to see a faint band in the air, as if something was sticking out of the mountain and touching the body of a flying dragon. He had a strange feeling that the dragon had become more real.

From a distance, it looks like a toy, but up close, it is a huge mountain made of hundreds of millions of tons of rocks, standing between heaven and earth. He could see the fields, the woods, and the lake at the top of the mountain, which led to a small river that flowed to the edge......

He made another mistake: his eyes followed the rushing river. He withdrew his gaze just in time.

The plateau at the top of this inverted mountain peak sparkled and was getting closer and closer to him. The dragon didn't slow down at all.

As the mountain peaks pressed towards the Spirit Wind like a giant fly swatter, he saw the entrance to the cave. The muscles in Sefa's shoulders twitched, and they flew toward it.

Darkness struck, enveloping Lingsifeng, and he let out a loud exclamation. I saw the outline of the rock gliding rapidly in front of me, and the speed blurred the vision. In a moment, the dragon had entered an open field.

But they were still in the cave, but the cave was much bigger than the normal one. The dragon flew in the space of the cave like a fly in the Grand Ballroom.

There were other dragons—golden, silver, jet-black, snow-white—flapping their wings in the sun, some busy on their own, some perched on the jutting rocks. The high vaulted cave roof is hung with large rings, and dozens of them are perched on it, their wings wrapped tightly around their bodies like bats. There's someone up there. When he saw them, Ling Sifeng couldn't help but swallow hard, because those people were walking on the top of the huge cave, and they looked like they were only the size of flies.

Then he saw the small ring nailed to the roof of the cave. Some of the people hanging upside down from the ring were watching with interest as Saifa flew by. Ling Sifeng swallowed again, killing him and he didn't know what to do next.

"Well," he whispered, "what do you think we're going to do?" ”

"You don't need to ask, attack!" Crane said sternly.

"Why didn't I think of that?" "Maybe it's because they're all carrying crossbows." ”

"You're a defeatist!"

"Defeatist! That's right, because once I do it, I'm doomed. ”

"You're your own worst enemy, Lingsifeng!" Crane said.

Ling Sifeng looked up at the grinning people.

"Would you like to make a bet on the outcome?" He said weakly.

Before Kling could reply, Sefa suddenly stopped in the air and stopped on a large ring, which shook violently.

"Do you want to die now, or surrender before you die?" Triumphant! Styra said calmly.

People gathered in all directions, and the boots were hooked all the way into the ring, and the movement seemed to be shaky.

The dragon dwells on a large ring and next to it a small platform with shelves on which many pairs of boots are hung. Ling Sifeng didn't stop him, and the dragon rider had already jumped from the dragon's back to the platform, laughing at the wizard's embarrassed appearance.

Only a very intimidating sound was heard, and many crossbows were ready to be fired. Ling Sifeng raised his head, only to see indifferent, upside-down faces. These people who stayed with the dragon had no imagination in terms of dress, and at most they had a few copper nails on their leather armor, and the scabbards they wore were naturally upside down. Those who don't wear helmets let their hair loose and flutter around, like aquatic plants next to roof vents.

(End of chapter)